When Angie Johnson had ordered, she thought the cashier might be flirting with her, but she wasn’t sure. Sometimes people were just nice, but the lady seemed a bit…more. She’d been one of those casual beauties, the type who almost didn’t seem to realize exactly how drop-dead gorgeous they were. Even in her work uniform, she looked stunning. Blond hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping beneath her visor to wisp around her face. Pale blue eyes rimmed with a thin line of darker blue, almost like eyeliner inside the eye, and the sort of sultry, smoky makeup Angie loved but could never pull off herself. Lips stained an almost cherry color, a few colorful tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves and collar of her shirt, a choker of silver beads carelessly resting in the h
